Dear Readers,

I'm sorry for not posting for years. Things have been pretty rough lately and I couldn't find the will to continue the plot. For a while back, I thought of discontinuing the story. But I was too attached to Andy and I really wanted to give her a good ending. So, I've decided to get my butt up and actually type something. It's a bit forced, to be frank, and honestly, I don't know if I'll end up writing an ending that isn't half-assed. Thank you for sticking to this hanging fanfiction though. I really appreciate the fact that there are some people out there who enjoys reading what I spin out. Okay, end of rant. Please enjoy

PS. This is mainly a filler chapter for some HarryxAndy, I'll be good and get back to the plot in the next!

Chapter Fourteen

Harry hissed as I pressed the alcohol-soaked wad of cotton against his wound. The skin around the torn flesh looked red and raw, but much cleaner than earlier, when he first dumped fresh water onto the laceration to wash off the salt water and blood. The tear was brutal, but fixable. The shark that attacked him must've been small, small enough for him to fend off when he dived into the waters for my dagger.

"I'm going to have to stitch it up," I remarked as I dabbed at his arm with iodine. "It's too large to heal on its own."

I bit at my lip as I threaded the surgical needle, sterilizing both in preparation. It wasn't the first time I had to stitch him up, gods knew we had enough accidents to warrant plenty of opportunities to improve each other's medical capabilities. I glanced at my twin daggers, Yin and Yang, placed on our coffee table. He got so hurt because of me, because he dived in after Jay tossed one of them off the pier.

The needle pierced through the skin easily, Harry's face wincing in pain and discomfort as I stitched along the length of the wound, tugging the thread to make neat and even stitches to seal the open skin as close as I could. It took nearly twenty stitches, tracing a raised, angry jagged line from slightly above his left elbow joint to a little more than an inch towards his left shoulder tip. I cleaned off the sewed wound, patting it dry with a clean cloth and slowly rolling the upper limb in linen bandages.

"Easy with the linen there, lass." He gritted his teeth when I tied the knot a little too tightly.

"That was so stupid of you." I grumbled, loosening the ends a bit. "What if the sharks got you? What if I wasn't there to pull you out of the water, huh?"

He had the gall to chuckle. "You've seen me in action, love. I can take on a shark or two."

I slapped him. Hard. His head twisted round to the side, the water from his hair splashing at me. He couldn't have been happy with that. His jaw clenched as he kept his temper in check, the vein in his neck straining as he turned to face me again.

"You're such a selfish pig!" I cried out.

"Selfish? I jumped in there for you," Harry growled, hand from the good side gripping at my arm hard enough to hurt. "I risked my life for you."

"I know! And that's the stupid part! You could've died, dumbass. And for what? A fucking dagger! A dagger that belongs to a bitch who left you to rot on this gods-forsaken island."

He thumbed at my cheek, wiping away a stray tear that escaped the small pool in my eyes. "You could've died, Harry," I whispered, laying my forehead atop his good shoulder. "Died. I almost lost you again, it could've actually been forever this time."

I felt his fingers comb through my hair soothingly, pressing small kisses on the top of my head as the tears trailed trenches down my cheeks. My grip on his leather jacket tightened as I pressed myself closer, wanting to have him as close to me as possible. All the guilt and remorse from when I left him for Auradon cracked through my walls, silent tears morphing into uncontrollable sobs. All those days of missing him and the lonely nights when I couldn't sleep without his warmth next to mine.

"I'm still here," He whispered, I could feel his hot tears dripping into my hair as he hugged me closer with his good arm. "I'm still with you, Andy."

I'm sorry-ies bubbled from my lips as I apologized over and over again, for crying, for slapping him, for leaving him, but most of all for still wanting him to stay after all that I've put him through. He lifted my chin to meet his kohl-smudged eyes, droplets of water dripping from limp strands of hair and down his face.

"I'm sorry for everything, Harry," I sniffled, the tears still flowing. "I don't have any excuses; it was a dick move and I know I can't-"

"You made a choice, Andy," He cut me off. "It's okay. I promised to stand by your decisions and I still do. It was just something you chose."

"And I should've chosen you."

Harry leaned in, gaze never leaving mine, and slowly pressed our lips together in a tender kiss. "You're so beautiful." He breathed, thumb stroking at my chin after the kiss broke.

I laughed. "I'm crying and snot is dripping from my nose," I rubbed at my face, trying to stop my tears from falling. "I'm anything but beautiful right now."

"That's where you're wrong, lass," He shook his head, leaning in again to press his forehead against mine. "I've never seen you more beautiful than you are right now."

I kissed him again, my fingers running in his hair as he nipped at my lower lip. "You're in dangerous territory, Hook," I mumbled against his lips, loving the warmth of his breath on my mouth. "Keep kissing me like that and I don't think I can control myself."

"Lose it then." And all the walls came tumbling down.

He pulled me into his lap, flushed against his form, lips connecting with mine again. I felt my body loosened automatically, sinking into the feel of him, his taste, his smell, him. Fingers tore at clothes and reached for any skin they could find, our tongues entangled in a frantic dance of passion. He left flames everywhere he touched, leaving me a breathless mess in a matter of minutes. I kissed every bit of skin I could, memorising every inch of him by touch. If this was my last time with him, I wanted to remember every touch, every taste.

Then he was hovering above me, eyes glazed a stormy blue and his inky black hair mussed about his head in unruly waves. "What do you choose, Andy?" He muttered, hand caressing my face in the tenderest of touches.

There wasn't any hesitation this time, there wasn't two-ways about it. Since before Auradon, before the crew, before everything; it was fixed in stone since the day we met. It has always been him. And it will always be him.

"You, Harry," I answered. "I choose you."